Page 90 of My Treasured Obsession

Gratification zinged through her expression and she smiled. Did she like that I’d never received a blow job? And fuck, why was I so excited over her reaction?

“Good. I like that I’m the only one who gets to show you how amazing this will feel.”

When she gave my length a slow pump from root to top, I bit back a moan. The sight of her ruby red nails wrapped around my cock and the exhales from her lips fanning over my heated skin had me losing my mind. I flattened my hands against thetiled wall above her head to stop myself from gripping her hair and stuffing her mouth full of my inches. And while I was a gentleman outside of the bedroom…Gabriela would soon learn that I was nothing but a dirty motherfucker when it came to delivering and receiving pleasure. “Stop torturing me and put me in your mouth.”

A sinful glint flashed in her eyes. “Saypleaselike a good boy and I will.”

She threw my own words back at me—the same words I said before kissing her on the dance floor. “Please, baby. I need you so fucking bad.”

My reward was my living fantasy’s tongue skating out to taste my flared head in an experimental lick. I choked back another moan, ensuring that I didn’t draw unwanted attention towards us in case any passerby lingered outside of the locker room. Gabriela dipped into my slit to collect the pearly drop of pre-cum with an appreciative hum. “Mm. I love the feel and taste of you, Hunter.”

A myriad of sensations coursed through me and all she’d done was lick me. Overwhelmed, I screwed my eyes closed.Thiswas what I’d been needing all along. Gabriela. On her knees. Her hands, lips, tongue, all over me.

Clearly not liking that I wasn’t giving her my undivided attention, a small tut rang in the air. “Keep your eyes on me or I will stop,principe.”

Speech failed me. I couldn’t ask her whatprincipemeant. Only obey as I stared down at her with a clenched jaw and water trickling into my eyes, obscuring my vision.

But not enough to avoid witnessing the sheer magnificence that was Gabriela Regina Bellafiore looking half celestial-sent and half Tartarus-risen. An angel and a witch wrapped in a silky red bow. The smug smirk on her lips told me she knew exactly what kind of chokehold she had me in.

“Just like that,” she praised. “And don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear all your sounds. I love your voice, Hunter.”

Then the hot little minx ruined me forever, licking the underside of my cock before sucking more than half of me in one swoop, her hands working in tandem to cover the rest. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Gabriela.”

When her head started bobbing up and down, I could no longer control the loud groans rumbling out of me. I nearly went cross-eyed at the pleasurable clutch of her mouth and the way my saliva-coated cock shuttled in and out of those scarlet lips. Was this really happening? Was the girl of my dreams actually servicing me on her knees? I threw my head back, pleading, “Keep going. Don’t stop. Please, please, please. Feels so good. Feels so perfect.You’reperfect.”

I never knew anything could feel so earth-shatteringly right.

Tears rolled down Gabriela’s cheeks, stained black from her mascara. My girth was too thick and my length too long, but she kept going like a trooper, enjoying herself even. As her hand played with my aching balls, I felt the telltale signs of my impending release.

I held back from coming, wanting to prolong it.

Gabriela pulled off my cock with apop, her gasp echoing loudly over the sound of the rushing water. I almost cursed at being denied my orgasm, but my retort died in my throat when she continued jacking me off. I feared my own fist would never do it for me. Nothing would, except for her.

“Hunter, I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Every line in my body tensed with her demand, my arousal spiking higher. Fuck, I wanted that too. Removing my hands from the wall to frame her face, I gazed down at her in affection. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she insisted, angling her head enough to place a kiss in the middle of my palm, turning me to mush with hergesture. “I want you to experience this. If it becomes too much for me, I’ll tap your thigh twice. But I do enjoy being dominated and I’ll love every second of you forcing your cock down my throat like you hate my guts.”

My nostrils flared and my head spun with the imagery of face-fucking Gabriela. Her words were like a trigger, causing my fingers to make fast work of removing the tie from her ponytail. I knuckled handfuls of her red hair and yanked her head back so she was forced to stare into my narrowed eyes, a hot whimper susurrating behind her closed mouth.

“I adore you. Please don’t forget that. Even if I get a little rough, I still respect you.” My next inhale juddered in my chest. “And I swear to stop if it gets too much for you.”

She grinned. “I know, pretty boy.”

With the level of trust established between us, I brought one hand down to cup her chin, gently prying her jaw open by dipping my thumb between the seam of her lips. She watched my every move with keen interest. I shivered when she flicked her tongue against the pad of my finger. “You really are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Gabby.”

With the submissive way she knelt, her wine-coloured strands tumbling over the swells of her breasts, and the way the water sluiced down her porcelain skin like she was a centerpiece in a fountain, she resembled a venerated goddess.

Mygoddess of victory.

Tenderly, she cupped my wrist and kissed the web of veins there. “Likewise, Hunter.”

Please, God. Let me have this woman for keeps. I’ll provide her with everything. An abundance of smiles, laughs, happiness, and memories to be cherished until the day we both die.

Fisting my cock, I guided it towards her awaiting mouth. “Take me in, baby. Give me a taste of my sanctuary.”

Gabriela obliged, widening her jaw. I pushed into her, warm wetness encasing me like an aphrodisiac. Her gaze never once wavered from mine as I pumped my hips, giving her more of my length. Not a single gag reflex in sight. “Ah,fuckkk,” I spat, so fucking turned on and impressed with her ability to take me with such ease. “You okay?”